Hill of Beans

I have a friend in recovery who finished up a temporary consulting job and was trying to figure out her next move.  She wasn't sure if she would be leaving the area and heading back East or taking a job locally and moving to be closer to that job or staying put, continuing to take consulting gigs that require that she be out of town and away from her support network for chunks of time.  This put her at odds with her landlady who quite understandably wanted firm plans for her apartment one way or another.  My friend thought she was being rigid and unreasonable.  Maybe she was.  Probably not, but maybe.  The rigid landlady was The Problem.  I didn't know what the Solution was at the time but she chose the local job, without any input from me, thank God and for good reason.  The lesson is that whatever is getting under my skin and turning up my Outrage Machine is not going to amount to a hill of beans in the not too distant future.

Hill of Beans: Not worth much; of a trifling value.